Chapter 2: Inheriting Power
Lancelot and Alicia walked side by side along the gilded hallways.
Ever since he left that room, he had been quietly analyzing the surroundings. There were no electrical fixtures anywhere. No light bulbs, no wires. Every corridor was lit by candle sconces and ornate chandeliers hung with polished crystal.
The architecture reminded him of early western neoclassical styles—arched ceilings, symmetrical stone columns, wooden paneling, and gold trim accents. It was beautiful... but outdated.
He glanced at the servants they passed. All of them wore linen uniforms, bowed their heads deeply, and avoided eye contact. No one questioned the prince’s presence or his silence. That was power—but the kind born from hierarchy, not respect.
And as for the country, Kingdom of Spain. He has never heard of it from his past life. The reason was it simply didn’t not exist in his world. So it only meant that he reincarnated in another world in a completely new body. Though he wondered what happened to the original person of the body he was occupying.
And about the technological level of this world. Well—how would he level it? There were no signs of modern technology around, though there were guns according to his memory as the prince was a hunter, it was only a primitive level, a musket. No electricity, and the people weren’t using steam to power contraptions.
At best, this world’s technological level is in the late 1700s.
And speaking of outdated, there was no signs of modern technology present in this palace, or in this world.
Meanwhile, Alicia casted a long side glance at him as they walked. She noticed the Prince’s mind being drifted away by his thoughts, and it’s making her curious about what he was thinking.
But before she could ask, Prince Lancelot spoke suddenly.
"What’s your impression of me Alicia? You can be honest."